Bring on 2021 – Ugly truth on its way

How’s this for a lead?

It was in the musical Camelot (the movie) when King Pellinore (Lionel Jefferies) advises Arthur (Richard Harris) that the “uglier the truth, the truer the friend who tells you.”

Now, with mere weeks to go before the year changes, we have to confront an ugly truth. 2020 is just prelude to crises and conflicts to come. When they end, we cannot say. The 2020s may prove a troubled decade. I don’t pretend to have a crystal ball. But there are matters we can be sure of. One need only survey the scene — the wreckage, really — of 2020 to understand that America faces the gravest risks to its existence as a free and united country in 160 years.

So dig in.

“Does Jesus love me?” and other pregnant thoughts during mass . . .

Sunday sermons, weekday observations

From this woolgathering pewsitter, a few years back . . .

Sunday morning mass. I write, therefore I am at church, where having forgot my reading material, I must jot so as to reduce awareness of the liturgy according to Fr. X. Oh?

Does Jesus love me? No question he does. Do I him? I think so. No. Sure I do, based on what I know about him. Definitely. Have had to take others’ word so far, but yes, definitely. When I meet Him, assuming that I will, and I do assume it, then I will know for sure. And that’s the long and short of it.

Pope Francis’ okaying divorce and remarriage — put “remarriage” in quotes if you wish — calls for a better argument than his essay “Amoris Laetitiae” contains? I would say so. His application of Ignatian discernment of spirits is misdirected, for…

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